August 23

Dear George,

First of all, no matter how annoying your brother may be, he is free to stay in our house until he has the money to get a place of his own. I have no idea how many times that we have discussed this, but you can't just dump your own family out on the street.

That incident with the love potions was absolutely hilarious! The only thing that I would change is that I would be there, and instead of Ron falling for a shard of glass, he would fall for you. Now that would be gross realistically, but it would be a funny thing to tell the kids.

I will sneak a little something to you about the cup before I publish my piece on it. So no magical enhancements like taking potions, before or during the games for any of the players is allowed, right? Well, there is a rumor that some of the players from one of the US teams are taking muggle steroids. These drugs give you a "physical high," but with disastrous consequences. Of course, the officials haven't been checking the players' for muggle drugs, but as soon as they heard about the rumor, they have been checking all of the players before they take off. Isn't that something?

The cup is really exciting, but it would be a lot more fun if you were here. I miss you.

Love,

Angelina

August 23

Dear Angelina,

That's so cool that you get to sit with the Minister of Magic during the matches. If I were you, I don't know how I could concentrate on writing a story about what you were describing; I would be too enthralled with my surroundings to even notice what was happening. The bottom line is that you are better than I could ever be at what you do. I'm just glad that you are having fun with it.

The thing with the Harpies' broomsticks doesn't surprise me; we did that all the time at Hogwarts. Well, the guys did anyway. I don't know if I should be telling you this in a letter, but Fred, Wood, and I (and Harry when he got older, and Ron when he joined the team) always played pranks on the other team to psych them out before the game started. The other teams did the same to us. One time we went into the boys' locker room to discover that the shower heads wouldn't stop attacking us unless we started to sing, "Hufflepuff is the greatest house, they always win at everything." To get them back we jinxed their brooms to only fly upside down. Now that was an interesting practice to watch.

I love you. I miss you. I don't know how else to put it.

Love,

George